Free A Is for Alibi by Sue Grafton Page A

began to probe and question, wanted to know where I was every minute of the day. Called at odd hours in the afternoon and of course I was out. Even when I was with Laurence, I was somewhere else. He threatened me with divorce and I got scared so I confessed up. That was the biggest mistake of my life because he divorced me anyway.”

    "As punishment.”

    "As only Laurence Fife knew how. In spades.”

    "Where is he now?”

    "My lover? Why do you ask?”

    Her tone was instantly guarded, her expression wary.

    "Laurence must have known who he was. If he was punishing you, why not punish the other guy too?”

    "I don't want to cast suspicion on him," she said. "That would be a lousy thing to do. He had nothing to do with Laurence's death. I'll give you a written guarantee.”

    "What makes you so sure? A lot of people were mistaken about a lot of things back then and Nikki paid a price for it.”

    "Hey," she said sharply, "Nikki was represented by the best lawyer in the state. Maybe she got a few bad breaks and maybe not, but there's no point in trying to lay the blame on someone who had nothing to do with it.”

    "I'm not trying to blame anyone. I'm just trying to come up with a direction on this thing. I can't force you to tell me who he is.”

    "That's right and I think you'd have a hell of a time finding out from anyone else.”

    "Look, I'm not here to pick a fight. I'm sorry. Skip that for now.”

    Two patches of red appeared on her neck. She was fighting back anger, trying to get control of herself again. I thought, for a moment, she would bolt.

    "I'm not going to press the point," I said. "That's a whole separate issue and I came here to talk to you. You don't want to talk about that then it's fine with me.”

    She still seemed poised for flight so I shut my mouth and let her work it out for herself. Finally I could see her relax a little and I realized then that I was as tense as she. This was too valuable a contact for me to blow.

    "Let's go back to Laurence. Tell me about him," I said. "What were all the infidelities about?”

    She laughed self-consciously then and took a sip of wine, shaking her head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get upset but you took me by surprise.”

    "Yeah, well that happens now and then. Sometimes I surprise myself.”

    "I don't think he liked women. He was always expecting to be betrayed. Women were the people who did you in. He liked to get there first, or at least that's my guess. I suspect an affair for him was always a power relationship and he was top dog.

    "'Do unto others before they do unto you.'“

    "Right.”

    "But who had an ax to grind with him? Who could have hated him that much?”

    She shrugged and her composure seemed restored. "I've thought about that all afternoon and what's odd is that when it comes right down to it, I'm not sure. He had awful relationships with a lot of people. Divorce attorneys are never very popular, but most of them don't get murdered.”

    "Maybe it wasn't related to business," I suggested. "Maybe it wasn't an irate husband pissed off about alimony and child support. Maybe it was something else—'a woman scorned."'
    "Well there were a lot of those. But I think he was probably very slick about breaking things off. Or the women themselves were sufficiently recovered to recognize the limits of the relationship and move on. He did have an awful affair with the wife of a local judge, a woman named Charlotte Mercer. She'd have run him down in the street given half a chance. Or that's what I've heard since. She wasn't the type to let go gracefully.”

    "How'd you find out about it?”

    "She called me up after he broke off with her.”

    "Before your divorce or afterwards?”

    "Oh afterwards, because I remember thinking at the time that I wished she'd called sooner. I went into court with nothing.”

    "I don't understand," I said. "What good would it have done? You couldn't have gotten him on adultery even back then.”

    "He didn't get me on